Chapter 170

"If because of obtaining power, one thinks they can trample on order and override all beings..."

"Then this power is too cheap."

A hoarse voice suddenly rings out. Li Shuyang stands up shakily, a cold smile on his blood-stained mouth.

"But it's a pity, this world has always been..."

"Bang!"

A heartbeat like a drum suddenly explodes! Before Zhou Ming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by this violent heartbeat.

Li Shuyang's body suddenly stiffens, scorching white steam evaporating from his whole body, and the blood vessels under his skin are clearly visible in the high temperature.

His breathing becomes heavier and heavier, every breath carrying debris like sparks, the surrounding air distorting due to the high temperature, and the grass and trees withering and carbonizing at his feet, turning into flying ash and drifting away.

"This is..."

Zhou Ming's pupils shrink, and the composure on his face is broken for the first time.

Li Shuyang looks up slowly, and a red-as-fire mark suddenly appears on his forehead. The pattern is like a burning flame, spreading from the center of his eyebrows to his left cheek, eerie and dazzling in the moonlight.

At the same time, a terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation erupts, the ground under his feet cracks inch by inch, gravel floats in the air, and then falls heavily due to gravity.

"Sun Breathing..."

Li Shuyang's voice is low like thunder, the broken sword in his hand suddenly ignites with red flames, the blade twists and deforms, but gradually solidifies in the high temperature, turning into a long sword that is red all over and entangled with flowing fire.

"Tenth Form: Solar Halo Dragon Dance!"

He jumps up suddenly, the sword light falling like a meteor, the red flames drawing a dazzling trajectory in the night sky; Zhou Ming raises his hand hastily, flesh and blood tentacles proliferating wildly, building thick barriers in front of him, but they turn to ashes the moment they touch the sword light!

"Boom——!"

The sword light falls, the earth trembles! Centered on Li Shuyang, the ground within a radius of tens of meters collapses, and scorching magma erupts from the cracks, swallowing everything around.

Zhou Ming's body is split in two directly by this sword, and the cut is burning with inextinguishable flames, suppressing his regeneration ability!

"Argh——!"

Zhou Ming lets out a shrill scream, his two halves struggling to aggregate, but they are suppressed by the flames. He looks up in horror, seeing Li Shuyang standing in the center of the lava, the red mark burning on his face, his eyes as cold as a knife.

Li Shuyang does not stop his movements. He knows better than anyone how hard it is to kill a demon, especially the person in front of him.

From the brief exchange just now, he obviously knew who the other party's power originated from.

Muzan Kibutsuji!

To kill him, just the blow just now is far from enough.

He takes a deep breath, the mark burning more and more intensely on his face; his figure sinks slightly, the blade pointing obliquely at the ground, the surrounding air begins to distort, and the heat wave forms a visible vortex.

"Sun Breathing..."

With his whisper, the flames on the blade surge! The flames are no longer pure red, but turn into a ferocious fire dragon, spiraling up around the blade.

The dragon head is high, the dragon whiskers are flying, every scale is clearly visible, and the burning dragon eyes are locked on Zhou Ming.

"Eleventh Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!"

Li Shuyang's figure disappears suddenly.

The next moment—

"Roar!!!"

The dragon roar shakes the sky! A giant dragon made of pure fire soars into the sky, the dragon body is tens of meters long, the air explodes wherever it passes, and the ground is plowed with deep scorched marks.

The giant dragon opens its blood basin mouth and swallows Zhou Ming's remnant body in one bite!

Inside the dragon belly, thousands of sword lights bloom simultaneously! Each sword light carries the scorching heat of the sun, tearing and burning Zhou Ming's flesh and blood inch by inch.

His screams are drowned out by the dragon roar, his heart is bursting, and his brain is being burned in the high temperature.

The giant dragon spirals into the sky and explodes in the morning sun!

Countless fire rains fall from the sky, turning the entire battlefield into a sea of fire; and in the center of the explosion, Zhou Ming's body is already shattered, leaving only scorched limbs being burned in the flames...

Li Shuyang kneels on one knee, inserting his long sword into the ground. The mark on his face gradually fades, but the flames in his eyes are brighter than ever.

Just as the flames are about to swallow the last piece of remnant body—

"Gurgle..."

A subtle squirming sound comes from the scorched earth. Li Shuyang looks up abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

On the ground, those shattered pieces of meat suddenly begin to twitch violently, the scorched shell peels off, revealing the fresh red flesh inside, and countless meat buds grow wildly like living things, weaving into dense blood-colored threads in the air.

"This is..."

The threads intertwine, outlining the human silhouette, and the bones reshape in the flesh and blood, making a tooth-aching "click" sound.

"Thump! Thump!"

The heart makes a dull beating sound in the chest cavity.

And as the heartbeat becomes stronger and stronger, muscle fibers crawl over the skeleton like living snakes, the skin regenerates at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, a pale face emerges from the flesh and blood.

Zhou Ming kneels on one knee, panting heavily, sticky blood plasma still hanging on his newborn skin, his eyes full of lingering fear.

"Damn it, no one told me that breaking through the suppression of Sun Breathing would consume so much spiritual energy..."

No, not just spiritual energy, he feels that all the power in his body has been drained, his body is tingling, and even the most basic flesh and blood manipulation has become difficult.

If that guy hits again...

Zhou Ming looks up abruptly, meeting Li Shuyang's cold eyes. Although the boy is equally exhausted, the Nichirin Sword in his hand is still burning.

A drop of cold sweat slides down Zhou Ming's forehead.

"I think we can talk."

Zhou Ming speaks immediately, staring at the burning Nichirin Sword in Li Shuyang's hand, and continues:

"No matter whether you obtained Yoriichi Tsugikuni's inheritance or Tanjiro's inheritance, and how much malice you hold toward Muzan Kibutsuji, I can understand..."

"But you must be clear about one point, I am not Muzan Kibutsuji."

"I have not hurt anyone, let alone eaten anyone. You have no reason to kill me."

"Sun Breathing, Sixth Form: Solar Heat Haze!"

Li Shuyang squeezes out the last bit of power in his body; he doesn't answer, nor does he care about Zhou Ming's defense. Any verbal confrontation is just a trick to delay time, and he will never make such a stupid mistake.

The flames on the blade surge, the rotating slash turns into a fire tornado, swallowing Zhou Ming completely!

As for Zhou Ming saying "I haven't hurt anyone" and "I haven't eaten anyone"...

Perhaps it is true at this moment.

But how can human will suppress the instinct of a demon?

He hasn't done it now, just because he hasn't had time yet.

Just like he said himself: "After obtaining power, one still has to follow rules and order because of one's own weakness, it's truly regrettable."

This mentality of overriding all beings because of one's own strength, just because of the lack of strength and not daring to take action, proves his danger more than any fangs.

"Boom——!"

Zhou Ming in the flames lets out a shrill wail, and Li Shuyang's blade does not hesitate in the slightest.

He will not wait for tragedy to happen before taking action.

Evil demons should die as humans before they completely fall, not live as demons.

(End of chapter)